Expanded into this stupid clown….. <br />Stop me this way, and I, I will be hunting me down <br />Slowly Driven mad by the strangle of failure and pain <br />Entangled by the carnage of my ghost town where <br />The cold crackling ground and the burning rain <br />Have me detained, refrained and lyrically restrained <br /> <br />I’ve never thrived but I’ve fought the fight <br />And here I stand, a man survived, <br />But still I shake, turning many colours from the cold <br />Icy mists steal my breath its cold inside when you outside alone <br />I walk.., I fall away.., I crawl..., I climb only to find my world whittled away <br /> <br />The whirlwind breathing is my mind lost someway <br />The icy streets represent my life and I slip again <br />The darkness barks at me, the light screams away <br />I hear them all talking, talking and I can’t walk away <br />I don’t need to see what transpires as in my minds eye <br />I can already see the burning heap, of a life born from liars <br />Thrown to the fires, to burn <br /> <br />I was told that they love me………..so they left me alone <br />But, never would they hand me there heart………an action still postponed <br />I never cried even when alone in my broken hearted frozen zone <br />The salty taste was not what I needed, warmth with an arm I dreamt <br />But I awoke and that feeling receded <br /> <br />I’ve never thrived but I’ve fought the fight <br />And here I stand, a man survived, <br />But I still I shake, turning many colours from the cold <br />Icy mists steal my breath its cold inside when you outside alone <br />I walk.., I fall away.., I crawl..., I climb only to find my world whittled away<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-of-my-family/
